The Amontay Beach

People began to come out of their homes and enjoy the extraordinary gift God has created for us. Eventually, the beach became a room filled with laughter. Children are scooping up the featherlike sand and remolding them into magnificent image of their wild imagination. I stretch my legs and slouch down on the platform of the beach; with an ice cream in one hand melting its way to freedom, I spy on everyone on the beach. A group of teenage boys are playing tag with the girls as if they were kids again; the beach really did bring everyone closer to each other and bring back memories of your childhood. Everything was possible to do at the beach. From the way people dress to the things they do, it describes them and their unique personality. Mad balls are thrown around in the air as people play volleyball, football, soccer and all sorts of different ball games. Sweat dripped down everyone’s faces after playing hard out in the sun; some race to reapply sunscreen on their dehydrated flashed red skin whilst the others take a dive into the ocean to cool off. Water is splashed everywhere from the people fooling around and the reflection of their faces showing a huge grin are drawn on the waves. The waves show a smile in return and create a huge wave that carries everyone safely back onto the shore. Out onto the far ocean, I can see glimpse of people riding jet-skis racing as fast as a bullet toward the never ending horizon and up above; a humongous shade of red, blue and green drizzle onto the shore as the parasails fly back in for landing. The sun is getting tired and is slowly lying off its heat; towels are given out and the shops alongside are packing up getting ready to close down. I could smell the success they have earned today and their high hopes for tomorrow’s work awaits them.